WRONG ANSWER [complete]

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        He left the building with his friends, stepping out into the dark with no fear.

        Up ahead was a girl in a short, dark dress. He couldn't tell the color until she walked under a streetlight, revealing a dark blue.

        Grinning, he nudged his friends, gesturing over to her. One of them whistled.

        "Damn, she's hot."

        "I'd totally do her," said another.

        "Hey sexy!" one of them yelled. "Want some company for tonight?"

        She started walking faster, trying to ignore them.

        "Come on sweetheart! We don't bite!" he called.

        She stiffened and increased her speed.

        They smirked at each other, running forward.

        They made a sort of circle around her, blocking her from escape, putting their hands on her shoulders to make her face them as they spoke. He could only see the back of her head.

        "Looking good babe."

        "Come home with me tonight, why don'tcha?"

        "Fuck, you look hot."

        He grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around, ready to speak- and faltered. Assuming he was finished, one of his friends pulled her again, and she twirled back around with fear.

        "Stop it you asshole!" he shouted. "She's my sister!"

        All at once, they froze, smiles sliding off their faces as they backed away from her, a nagging feeling telling him that her being his sister shouldn't have mattered. Her being a person should've mattered enough.

        She spun back to him, tears glistening in her betrayed eyes, before running away off into the night, away from their inhumane, animalistic selves.

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